"I saw him that night." I told myself with my eyes closed. "I saw him there and it didn't make sense."

That night replayed in mind over and over again. It felt like an eternity, but it wasn't. In fact, it couldn't have been that long ago, could it? I don't know. I never do. 

As I brushed my fingers through my hair, I let out a deep sigh. "When will this end? When will I finally be free?"

I gazed all around at the walls in hopes they'd answer me, but no. Walls can't speak. At least not these kind. Though somewhere out there, the walls do speak and they don't just echo, they howl, they breathe, they live. They also criticize too, but so do people. Walls are just like people. Sometimes they're plain as bread, though are always around. 

I felt myself slowly seeing specks of light twinkling from the crystals hanging from the ceiling fan above. Many people thought I was nuts for keeping the light on all the time, but it was worth it. To me, it was worth watching those crystals sparkle like stars in the sky. It brought some solace in a world where we're all stars, just waiting to be found.

My head rested on the pillow between me and the floor. My life was going by and I didn't know what to do. No ambitions, no future, nothing. I had these things up until I screwed myself big time. One mistake bled into another, which diseased my whole garden of greatness. With no fruits to be plucked, there's just the empty remains of what once was. 

I began to sniffle as I felt the sadness consume me again. I nearly fell for its trap, when my computer chimed. A new email and a new problem.

Reluctantly, I dragged myself back up and opened it up.

"Dear god no." I shook my head in disgust. "He's back."

Damn it. Goddamn it!

My fingers clenched into a ball. I pounded once, twice, then it just kept on going until I threw in one last punch. Gah, really? The moment I read the part where he said how he'd be here in a week to check up on me. He should've known I was fine. Perfectly, undoubtedly fine.